How Could You Leave?

It feels weird to tell people that you were mine. To tell them that I was the person you loved most in this cruel world. It feels weird to know that just yesterday we were kissing goodbye at my door, and just last week we were laughing on the couch, that just last month we were holding hands at the mall. Today you left, you're gone. You took your own life and left me alone. I love you, and I will never heal from the heartbreak of knowing that I didn't save you.
When I get phone calls at three in the morning I expect it to be you. Not your mother. Your mother shouldn't have to call me to tell me you were gone. I shouldn't have to drive to your house at three in the morning to comfort your little sister. I shouldn't have to stand over your grave and talk to you. You should be here. You should've called. I would've been there. I should've been there. I'm sorry. I'm here now.